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J Nc Sep 2015
Death
is nothing at all. It does not count. I have only
slipped away into the next room. Nothing has happened.
Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are
you, and the old life that we lived so fondly together is
untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other,
that we are still. Call me by the old famuiar name. Speak
of me in the easy way which you always used. Put no
difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity
or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray
for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it
always was. Let it be spoken without an effort, without
the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever
meant. It is the same as it ever was. There is absolute and
unbroken continuity. What is this death but a negligible
accident? Why should I be out of mind because I am out
of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, some-
where very near, just round the comer. All is well.
-Unknown
I saw this somewhere and it wasn't attributed... anyone seen it before?
J Nc Sep 2015
"I Don't Care"
Black Flag

I don't care - gonna ******* anyways
don't care - your boyfriends here anyways
don't care - is that a ****** on anyways
don't care - well your gross anyways

I don't care
I don't care
(haha you're ugly)

I don't care - well your messed up anyways
don't care - your a doggy anyways
don't care - you got a dull place anyways
don't care - well you look like pregnant anyways

I don't care
I don't care

don't care - well your messed up anyways
don't care - your boyfriends here anyways
don't care - all your parents are here too

I don't care

~Black Flag
82? 83?
This is from Black Flag, before Henry Rollins, during the Keith Morris (now of the Circle Jerks) years, which, to me, is Black Flag's best stuff.
J Nc Sep 2015
"You're not one of them", he says
"I can tell, I got this GIFT, see?"
The relief clear on his animated face
Too twitchy, too... off
"They watch us, you know?
They got those satellites and ****
They'll read your ID through your pocket
Then they gotcha!"
I nod, only mildly alarmed
And throw down my smoke.
Step on it to make sure it's out
"Only you can prevent forest fires"
A childhood echo
He picks it up
Looks wildly around
"Your DNA is on that! Epithelials!
I seen it! I seen it on that CSI!"
I mumble something
His eyes narrow. He laughs too hard.
"Kidding man, I'm just kidding"
He skitters off, like an ant missing 4 legs
I look up, and nod to the ****** on the roof.

~JNc
9-15
This was inspired by Stephen King's "Paranoid: A Chant", a short story/ poem in I think Skeleton Crew. One of my first two "grownup books", along with "Night Shift". My grandma and grandpa had given me a $10 Waldenbooks gift card, for my 10th birthday. I've now read almost everything he has written. Most of his works I've read multiple times. Blew my tender little mind, and I was free.
J Nc Sep 2015
I lie here, broken,
Or so it seems.
My life half over
Unraveled seams
The dreams I had
For you, for me
Hypocrisy, hypocrisy
Like shadows flee
Among the light
My dreams remain
Just out of sight
Night after night
I lie awake
And wonder
Which wrong path I've taken
Awaken, bleary eyed
And tired
****, I'm late again
Got fired
All in search of dreams

~J Nc
9-15
Sept. '15
Clinical depression is not a choice. It's a chemical imbalance. I am an intelligent man, so when I'm in that mood, PLEEEEEASE don't tell me to "just cheer up" or "think happy thoughts", or "be positive" I've been trying that since I was about 10. Started anti depressants at 14. Along with a hospital stay, complete with suicide watch. The only thing positive, is  I'll be positive that I want to ****** you in the face. And I may be an ******* from time to time, but it's not you, it's not personal, you can't fix it, and that's when I need your support the most. And if you think I'm lazy, cuz I can't get out of bed for two days, I would GLADLY like to know what it's like to be a grinning idiot all the time, you simpleton.
J Nc Sep 2015
Silent, eagles hunt.
Chickens cluck, and strut their stuff.
Which are you, my friend?

~JNc
9-'15
I love haikus. They await me like an open challenge.
J Nc Sep 2015
This corner I'm in
I painted myself into it
But the difference between
Us
And Them
Is that we have no problem leaving our footprints....

~J Nc
9-'15
Sometimes, it makes more sense to bend the rules. You can always fix it back. Well, paint, anyway.

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